Justin Bieber and Ponytails

The kids were talking about a day camp they went to the other day.

Preston: Some of the girls there actually like Justin Bieber. For real.

Avery: Yeah, that's because people are different.

Preston: But they LIKE him!

Avery: People just like different things.

We got up kind of late this morning, and I was trying to get the bigger kids ready to go. Sadie and I had this conversation.

Sadie: Ponytail. Mommy needs a ponytail.

Me: Yes. Sadie, did you eat breakfast?

Sadie: Yah!

Me: I didn't get you anything yet.

Sadie: Pessy did it. Had see-we-oh! (Preston and cereal) Need a ponytail.

I know it's not an amazing conversation, but it seemed kind of funny for my nineteen month old kid to actually have a useful conversation with me. Plus, it's kind of sad that she already knows when my hair looks that crazy that it's going up in a ponytail.

And now, she's going around the house saying, "Puppy! Puppy! Where's the puppy?"

We went to Target last night. While we were checking out, Sadie ripped a magazine, so we felt like we had to buy it. The cover said, "New Ways To Wear Jeans!" Bill thought maybe it would be a new thing to wear them on your arms. Nope. Just the regular way. Stupid false advertising. 

Sleepwalking and Dancing

I don't know if he was sleepwalking or if he thought it was morning when he came into my room just a minute ago, but the look on Preston's face when he realized it was the middle of the night was so funny. And now I am wide awake!

Avery is so proud of her new talent. She has been practicing every day lately. She can play Yankee Doodle on the piano with her toes. She was especially proud when she could even do it while wearing her pajamas with feet!

Sadie's favorite food is "pips." She'll eat any kind, potato chips, tortilla chips with salsa, whatever she can get her hands on. And she can get her hands on a remarkable number of food items. I think she is one of those kids who could survive on the street if she had to. She scrounges up food from the pantry, the table and counter, the floor. She finds hidden chocolate stashes, treats from my purse, and frozen chicken from the freezer. She has serious talents. She brings me pasta when I am in bed and asks to have it for breakfast. And she starts off each morning by saying, "Wants bekfist? Meee!" And she raises her hand when she answers "me" to her own question. Sometimes she changes it up and says, "wants nandy? meee!"

Besides her passion for food, Sadie also loves sound effects. She makes them when she plays. She asks me to make them. She asks me to do something to her by the sound effect I made the last time I did that thing. It's hard to always remember that the last time I spun her around, I said "bzzzzz." Or that the last time I fed her, the spoon made a "hee haw" sound as it made its way into her mouth. I've got "whoa!" down, which is her up on my legs while I am lying on my back and tipping from side to side like she is about to fall over. And I can remember that I have to say, "bubbabubbaba," when she is sitting on my lap facing me and I move her arms back and forth really fast. I cannot remember what sounds I made at our last dance party, so she is just going to have to be happy with whatever made up raps and beat boxing comes out of my mouth to go along with my awkward mom dancing. I think my friends from my dancing days will know what I'm talking about. Sadly, it's kind of hard to forget. Or people wouldn't still be bringing it up every once in a while ten to twenty years later.

Getting Rid of Hiccups

Carter: How do you get rid of the hiccups?

Preston: What! How do you get rid of a cyclops?

Carter: No, I already know how to get rid of a cyclops, but I don't know how to get rid of hiccups. If you don't believe me, then just read the book I wrote called "Carter and the Cyclops."

Things Sadie has said over the last few days:

"It's a widow peep! Widow peep!" She said this as she carried a little lamb puppet around and kept trying to show people how she could put her hand in it, which was not very well at all.

"Show Daddy. Need to show Daddy pincess shoes!" She said, as she hobbled with one Cinderella shoe on.

"Hit! Hit Mommy!" She said this as she took a big running start at me because I said no about having more sour patch kids. 

"Moo. Moo. 'S a tow. A tow. Moo." She said this many times on our nine hour drive today, but never when there were actually any cows, just when she wanted to see some.

"Header, Wooby, Ifee's house. Go Ifee's house. Wooby's house." Too bad we were driving the wrong way as she kept saying she wanted to see Ruby and Ivy and Aunt Heather again.

Drink Kutztown Soda!

The last few weeks, Avery will say something like, "Maj winna boolah ameninana. That means I'm hungry." Or "Inca doo madina woo. That means I want to use the ipad." "What language are you speaking, Avery?" I ask. Her answer, "Oh, I am just speaking in language seventeen."

I wish UPS and FedEx had a special knock. Then I could just keep lying on the couch with my eyes closed when I have a migraine instead of going to the door thinking it is somebody cool when it is really just a dishwasher part. Or, if I am getting new clothes, I could run to the door like my kids do whenever they hear the door. I just want to know who it is. I guess I'll have to get a door camera. Because my house is so big that going all the way to the door is a hassle...

I called at 9:10 this morning to see if there were any appointments available for Avery to get her awful cough checked out. "Sure," the impossibly cute receptionist answered. "Can you come at 9:30?" I think I said, "Ummmm" or maybe "Aaaggghhh! I haven't even gotten out of bed, and my kids are all in pajamas, and we haven't eaten breakfast, and I have to BE THERE in twenty minutes!" Fine. I really said, "That sounds great," like it was no big deal. But I thought the other things. 

We were only one minute late.

Avery has croup and asthmatic symptoms, so we have to postpone our visit to my sister a day or two so she doesn't share anything with the new baby. 

Kutztown soda is really good. It's probably bad for me to find soda I am not allergic to when I weighed in at an all time non-pregnancy weight high today. But it is soooo good! And it has no corn syrup.